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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.