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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.