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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Swans,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.