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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.