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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.