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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.