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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.