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 Armenia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Mars,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.