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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
UT,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.