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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.