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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.