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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.