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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.