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 France and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.