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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Happenings,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.