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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.