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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.