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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.