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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.