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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Faust,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.