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 Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
New Order,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.