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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Mars,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.