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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nico to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.