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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Associates to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Technova,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.