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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.