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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.