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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
New Order,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.