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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.