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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.