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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.