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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.