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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.