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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.