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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
ABC,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.