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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.