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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.