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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.