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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.