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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.