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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.