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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Smog,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.