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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.