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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.