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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.