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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.