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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.