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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.