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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Motorama,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.