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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.