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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.