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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.