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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Deakin,
Television,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.