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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.