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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.