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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.