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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.