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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.