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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Saints,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.