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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.