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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.