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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.