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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.