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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.