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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.