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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.