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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.