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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.