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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.