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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.