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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.