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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.