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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.