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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Television,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.