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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.