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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.