Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.