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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Zapp,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Can,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.