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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Rekid,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.