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 Pakistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
X-102,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.