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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Index,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Organ,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.