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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.