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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
10cc,
the Normal,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.