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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Wire,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.