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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.