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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.