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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Audionom 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.