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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.