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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.