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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.