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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.