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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.