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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.