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 Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.