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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.