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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.