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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.