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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Slackers to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.