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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.