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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.