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 Zimbabwe 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.