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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.