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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
10cc,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.