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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Brick,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.