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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.