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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.