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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
John Cale,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.