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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.