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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.