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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.