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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
cv313,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.