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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
UT,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.