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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.