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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.