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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
June Days,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
10cc,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.