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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.