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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.