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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.