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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.