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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.