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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.