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 Poland 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.