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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.