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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.