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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.