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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.