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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.