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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.