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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.