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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
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.