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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.