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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.