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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.