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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.