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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.