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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.