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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.