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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.