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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.