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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Can,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Brick,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.