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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.