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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.