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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.