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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.