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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.