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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Visage,
David Bowie,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.