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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.