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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.