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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Human League,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
The Gories,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.