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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight 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 electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.