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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.