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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Slave,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.