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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.