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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.