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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.