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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Black Dice to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.