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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
New Order,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.