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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.