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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.