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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.