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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Slave,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.