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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.