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 Benin and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.