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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.