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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.