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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.