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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.