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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Monks,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.