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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.