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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.