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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.