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 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.