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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Cymande,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.