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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.