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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.