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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.