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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.