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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.