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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.