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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.