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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.