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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.