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 Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.