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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.