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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.