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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.