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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.