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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.