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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.