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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.