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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Suicide,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.