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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.