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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moebius to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.