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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.