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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.