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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.