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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Ludus,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.