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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.