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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.