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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.