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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.