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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Angels of Light to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.