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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.