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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Nico,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.