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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Fear,
X-101,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.