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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.