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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.