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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Fall,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.