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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.