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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.