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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.