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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.