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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.