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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.