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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.