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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Monks,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.