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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.