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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.