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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.