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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.