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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.