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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Visage,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.