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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Magazine,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.