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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.