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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Liliput,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.