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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.