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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.