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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Motions,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.