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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.