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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Rekid,
JFA,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.