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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Hashim,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.