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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.