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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.