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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.