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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.