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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.