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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.