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 Moldova and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.