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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.