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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.