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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.