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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.