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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.