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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.