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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.