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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
AZ,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.