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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.