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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.