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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.