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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.