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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.