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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
UT,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Swans,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.