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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.