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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.