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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Swans,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.