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 Pakistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.