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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.