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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.