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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.