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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.