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 Russia and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.