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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
PIL,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.