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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.