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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
CMW,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.