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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
cv313,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.