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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.