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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.