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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.