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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.