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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.