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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.