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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.