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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.