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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.