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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.