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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
the Association,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.