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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.