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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.