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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.