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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Index to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.