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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.