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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.