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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.