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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Smog,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.