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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.