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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.