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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
cv313,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.