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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Can,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.