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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.