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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.