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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
MDC,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.