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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.