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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.