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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.