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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.