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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.