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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.