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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.