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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Smog,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.