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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Magma,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Interpol,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.