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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.