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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.