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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.