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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.