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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.