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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the dance 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.