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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.