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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Nas,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.