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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
John Cale,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.