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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.