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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.