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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.