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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.