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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.