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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.