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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.