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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.