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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.