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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.