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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.