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 Cameroon 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.