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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.