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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Can,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.