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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.