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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.