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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.