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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.