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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.