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 Iraq and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.