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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.