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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.