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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.