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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
DNA,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.