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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.