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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.