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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.