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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.