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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.