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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.