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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.