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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
AZ,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.