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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.