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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.