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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.