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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.