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 Jakarta.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.