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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.