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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.