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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.