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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.