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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.