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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.