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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.