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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.