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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.