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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.