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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.