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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.