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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.