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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.