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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.