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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.