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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Visage,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.