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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.