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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.