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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.