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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.