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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.