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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.