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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.