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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.