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 Chad and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.