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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.