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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.