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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.