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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.