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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.