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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.