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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.