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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.