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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.