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 Cuba and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.