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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.