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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Television,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.