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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.