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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.