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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.