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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.