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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.