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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.