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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.