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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.