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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.