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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.