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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.