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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.