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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.