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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.