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 India and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Monks,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.