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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.