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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.