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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.