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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Deakin,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.