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 Chile and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.