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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.