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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Gories to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.