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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.