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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.