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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.