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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.