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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.