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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.