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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Shoche,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.