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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.