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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.