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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.