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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.