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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Audionom,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.