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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.