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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.