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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Fear,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.