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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.