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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.