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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.