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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.