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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.