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 France and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.