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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.