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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.