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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.