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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.