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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Franke,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.