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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.