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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.