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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.