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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.