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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.