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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.