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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.