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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Magma,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.