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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.