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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.