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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.