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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.