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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.