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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.