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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.