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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.