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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
ABC,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.