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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.