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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.