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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.