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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.