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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.