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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.