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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.