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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.