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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Slave,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.