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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Jandek 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.