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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.