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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.