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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.