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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.