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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.