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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 guitar 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.