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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Japan,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.