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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.