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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.