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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 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?
The Gories,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.