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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.