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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.