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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.