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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.