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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.