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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.