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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.