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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.