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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.