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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.