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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.