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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.