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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Gong,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.