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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.