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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Motorama,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Television,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.