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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.