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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.