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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Busters 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.