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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.