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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
UT,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Television,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.