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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.