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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.