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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.