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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.