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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Swans,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.