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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.