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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.