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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
The Names,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.