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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.