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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.