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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.