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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.