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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.