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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.