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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Slave,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.