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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.