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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.