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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.