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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.