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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
June Days,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.