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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.