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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
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.