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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.