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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The Doors,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.